Are You Studying Mathematics?: A Conversation with Christopher Carroll

The following is a conversation with a friend from undergrad, Christopher Carroll. Back in 2016, Christopher was my roommate, who studied History at Towson University before eventually becoming a Computer Science major. Our conversations have always traversed a range of topics from politics, science, mathematics, logic and biology. He is avid reader of history, philosophy, […]

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F A I T H

I believe in nothing. It’s hard to have knowledge when you believe in nothing. But it’s hard to believe in anything when you understand that belief is always based on a foundational assumption, which can never be proven from within the presupposed system itself. This is my own recapitulation of what is perhaps a shallow […]

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F E A R

I’m afraid of everything but horror films. It’s something I just noticed about myself. I’m afraid of everything but horror films. I think there’s something about everything that makes a horror film so insignificantly horrific. Everything’s scary. Everything’s scary because everything’s so uncertain. Even the floor is shaking beneath my feet. Even the Earth underneath […]

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F A S H I O N

I am also trying to think carefully about the ways that signifiers of Black femininity gesture toward an excess that is not a subjectivity or desire or a liberating promise we can know in advance but a virtuality that is indeterminate and without guarantees.[1] – Zakiyyah Jackson   % We fear the story that aesthetics […]

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M O N E Y

There was an amalgamation of factors which led you to believe that both Marxism and Capitalism were inadequate languages to speak your suffering in. But one of the leading factors had to be the way the Socialist you met seemed to despise money, while the Capitalist you met seemed to love it, and yet, all […]

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Anti-Poem(s)

Enduring just to say we’re enduring feeling the bruises on my skin I just want to relieve the torture I don’t know how all these things should end. Maybe that’s all that this is after all: trauma and bondage and joy maybe that’s all you can feel after all: just trauma and bondage and joy […]

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prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study

) These scars on our bodies are impossible. These scars that we carry can’t be. These scars that we share are impossible. These scars on our body can’t be.   “These undecipherable markings on the captive body render a kind of hieroglyphics of the flesh whose severe disjunctures come to be hidden to the cultural […]

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